patricia schiavi

Forgive me, those who think I’m crazy,
crazy?
Is a beautiful word to be deduce that can be used simply because I’m trying to say to you simply that the staircase in which angels fall down and wander around you, shame you be untouchable.
I’m like the wings that beat looking for something new,
The door slams in my face,
Arms launch you in the sea,
A heart that thinks that it will be renewed.
I fell sorry!
So many times you have been slapped, worth one more, are like calendars that say that today is holiday, too bad your TV is burned, it’s not a problem was black and white anyway.
On the street everybody look at you, I think that I’m showing off with my legs exposed, ops! I forgot my red eye.
Chocolate in the shop window,
My friend as I feel lack of you.
My days are like the waves of the sea.
I feel in my body these experienced hands that nauseate my soul and I have will to vomit.
Have bees in the sky.
Is strange all this blood flowing from my body as if my skin is dripping.
Audacious sense of disgust.
My nails are entrenched in your eyes, have horror pouring from them and you laugh,
Crazy, crazy, crazy, how many ways it can be used due to the crazies,
Who understands them to set them.
I will reconquer my internal world,
I will travel it,
I will usurp it,
I will violate it, till there’s nothing more,
After I will let the dead bury me,
Hell supports me and the skies laugh at my misfortune.
Oh sky! is a beautiful word to be deduce that can be used.

Patricia Silva